My Empress is My Bad Girl

Chapter 4890: Aunt's gift

When I got home, I was too tired to eat and shop for a long time.

Yun Dai went upstairs to wash her hair, dry her hair, and was about to go to sleep when Tong Qiaoqiao knocked on the door and came in, carrying an exquisite box and several bags of different styles.

"Auntie, what is this?"

"For you." Tong Qiaoqiao mysteriously said, "Aren't you going on a date tomorrow? I picked some of my makeup, you can take a look."

She opened the vanity case, foundation, eye shadow, blush, eyebrow pencil, highlighter, lipstick, everything.

Yun Dai smiled and said, "Auntie, didn't you keep saying that children shouldn't learn makeup early?"

"Yes, I said, you still have to do it in the future." Tong Qiao skillfully touched her tender, protein-like face, "This pure and flawless skin, as long as you take good care of your skin and sunscreen, it will be damaged even if you put on makeup. Yes. However, if you put on makeup once or twice by accident, it's fine to remove it properly."

"I don't perform on stage, and I don't need makeup."

"Aren't you going on a date tomorrow?" Tong Qiaoqiao said, "Look, I even brought a curling iron. When you were young, I used to think about how to dress you up. Now it's finally coming! , but a master of makeup, I always wanted to be a stylist back then."

Yun Dai smiled and said, "Then why don't you open a beauty salon?"

"I have this idea, but I'm too busy to take care of it." Tong Qiaoqiao was very interested, and showed her a few bags she brought, "These bags are okay, suitable for people like you. Little girl, the little dresses you bought are a good match. It's really not good. Tomorrow, my aunt will accompany you to buy some bags..."

"Don't, auntie, please forgive me. Those luxury bags you bought cost tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, and I can't use them. I'm only a high school student when I start school, and I don't want to specialize with my classmates, otherwise people should be isolated. I am."

The junior high school she attended before was divided into school districts. The students around her were rich or expensive, and they were not very eye-catching when they wore famous brands.

But the High School Affiliated to Normal University is not something you can get into if you have money. The top students from each school are admitted, and the students have different family backgrounds.

Yun Dai didn't want to carry a bag worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, as if she was so special.

Auntie, who does business, needs these decorations. She is a high school student and has absolutely no need for that.

But Tong Qiaoqiao was unrelenting.

She said, "You're dating your little boyfriend. You're not going to study, so you can't dress up beautifully? You've already bought your clothes, so you can't carry your schoolbag, right?"

"But these bags of yours are too expensive. I'm afraid they will bump into you."

Yun Dai knew that when my aunt bought these bags, in addition to the business needs to decorate the facade, there was also an investment value in it.

Most of what she buys are limited edition luxury goods, and they can basically be sold at more than the original price.

It is an investment product that can maintain or even appreciate in value.

The villa at home has a special room, dust-free space, glass installed, and a constant temperature all year round, just to protect her luxuries.

On weekdays, Yun Dai and Yun Xiaobao would run everywhere, but they wouldn't go to that room.

Tong Qiaoqiao said with a smile: "Auntie's bags will be reserved for you and Xiaobao in the future. But those are not suitable for your age, so you can't use them now. The ones I picked for you are not expensive, nor It suits you. How about this cherry blossom pink chain Chanel? It looks so good with your little white dress and pink leather shoes. The bag is only tens of thousands of dollars, even if you lose it, it is not worth anything."

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